Flying High

Flying high

I was flying through the freezing cold air as I moved around in a brown box. I could see a shallow river below me. I looked back and I could see a man following me. The wind was very strong and was pushing me towards home. I could feel the breeze from up in the sky. Ahhh I screamed. I was about to bump into a tree. I suddenly used all my strength and pulled myself to the right so I didn't crash into the tree. The wind was getting even worse. I was moving so fast I could barely see anything next to me. I was so high I could see people flying kites and people chopping wood. The end